'Alone... Against dozens and dozens of Giants. Every single one of those Giants much, much bigger than you. If the Giants are extinct now, and this isn't some random Story but History instead then... Mmm.'
Mark stared at the Mural, his right hand covering his mouth.
"They stood in your way. Were you looking for something beyond them? Were they trying to stop you?" He whispered, before walking to the left.
Sidestep-
'Dozens of them... No. The Giants are the end of the block. Since they're getting cut... That's supposed to show that there are more than that. Much more? But he can still hold his own somehow. Problem is, the Giants aren't alone.' Mark thought as he turned towards the next block and started wiping the dust off. 'Behind them, a swarm of... Archers? Those are bows, aren't they? Swarms of them behind the Giants. They look minuscule. Some arrows being shot were even drawn. Yeah, the arrows are aimed at you. Tough luck, huh? Oh... Wait. This is...'
